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These diptychs are the start of a series of images I have been working on regarding the visual landscape we choose to surround ourselves…Read More
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This series is inspired by the childhood game of "snapdragon", which allows for simplistic and delightful decision-making through random selections of colour and number.…Read More
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Human/Nature
ByThis series explores moments between nature and human beings that are at once idealistic and unsettling. Each picture is an independent narrative, but placed…Read More -
Einstein works with a diverse range of media, including drawings and installation with fire, thread, and blades. The series of drawings and installations with…Read More
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With the premise that "/ " presents what is IN and what is OUT, the "Pretty Babies" series explores the fashion industry's well-published and syndicated DOs…Read More
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River Bank
ByThe symbol / is intended initially as a symbol of division. A real or unreal line divides the girl from the water, the girl from…Read More -
Text by João Branco Kyron, HipnóticaThe collision is imminent and in the fraction of time left, the eyes shut and the vision is superbly…Read More
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A battle over samoosas between the snobbish Cinderella and a homeless electrician is mediated by Cinderella's boyfriend JJ. The samoosa battle is conflated with…Read More
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It's a handy little line, the one that we use to make our options known. Either/Or. Paper and ink or binary code? Its clichéd,…Read More
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I returned home after my first year in college to discover my younger sister had turned gorgeous. This was a disappointment, but not an…Read More
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You think you're a forward-thinking kinda person, do you? Lemme be the one to break it to you, sunshine – you're as lame as the…Read More
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Dear Sir/Madam I should like strenuously to object to the subject matter ("/") of your current issue. It must first be mentioned, however, that it…Read More
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Below is an extract from a series of 11 poems created in parallel with visual artworks. 5. Memories laced with visceral realityFlooding herThe gentle…Read More
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Immigrants
Byyou want to livenothing else.you leaveto liveyou swimor like fresh sardinesyou are packedin boatsyou leaveto live. you leavegold in the belly of Africaoil in…Read More -
In Between
ByRaised in an Arabian land of heat, fire and temper,sometimes the calm of England clamps downlike damp in a bathroom with no windowand a…Read More -
Pencil and nothing. Her face turned almost entirely away. Forehead, cheekbone,jaw,the bun low in her neck,shoulderand down,the long linejust enoughthen left alone.Read More
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Sun.star.kid: Written these words are, at times of a subconscious flow – whether they are mine, I don't know. All I know is that I…Read More
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My life is now a floating shellI am a vessel on that river.The storm, the ship, the sea,Whose shores we lost in crossing. I…Read More
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Wayne Porter, freelance journalist, donned his anthropologist's birthday suit and hit the bowling alley. Bar the bowlers hat tipped gently off centre, the man…Read More
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"Please, for me, Dave," I placed my hand on his, and really, no begging, just asked him nicely, "Lay off the booze tonight." Whether…Read More
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He had been driving for hours through that unstable, somnambulist night when he fell asleep at the wheel. He awoke with a start and…Read More
/At R550 rand I thought I'd rather die/ My mother: can I trust this woman?/ I thought the Romans were coming, dinkum/ …and always with the opinions… incessant opinions…/ Only the inauthentic is valued. Only that which has been drained of all meaning is deemed meaningful/ You can't stop piracy. Piracy must be encouraged/ Give us our daily self. And then we re-enact this/ There's no judgement under the ocean/ Moenie 'n gegewe perd in die bek kyk nie/ Tonight at the emperor's old socks everyone's doing the high five sweetie pie want some sex in a box high five/ Mr. Price is legend. All the way/ Apopalyptic/ And there's always a fat bitch doing production, prepared to work herself to death because she doesn't have a life/ The unconflicted person is the unresolved person/ We went for a guarded relaxation in the park/ She smsed me "I just finished yr book. U made me laugh so much and now for some bizarre reason I'm sobbing. If your dad was the devil I guess mine was his best friend. Actually come to think of it, I was married to the devil. Made me realise what an incestuous bunch we, the human race, are. Pls never stop writing/ The sms touched me but I still didn't have any money in the bank/ I was listening to Johnny Cash sing I see a darkness/ Did you know how much I loved you?/ And I can't afford my pills/ At R550 rand I think I'd rather die/